Page 17 of A Bad Girl's Needs

The permission was all I needed. The dam broke, and pleasure crashed over me in overwhelming waves. I screamed, my body convulsing as the most intense orgasm of my life ripped through me.

My inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Daddy Daniel’s hardness, milking his cock as he continued to pound into my aching ass. Shame and ecstasy warred within me as I came harder than I ever had before, my cries echoing off the concrete walls.

“That’s it, dirty girl,” Daddy Daniel growled, his hips never slowing. “Come on my cock like the anal slut you are.”

His crude words only intensified my orgasm, drawing it out until I thought I might pass out from the overwhelming sensations. My vision blurred, dark spots dancing at the edges as pleasureunlike anything I’d ever experienced coursed through my trembling body.

Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, I felt Daddy Daniel’s rhythm falter. He groaned deeply, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt in my abused hole.

“Take it all,” he snarled, his cock pulsing as he filled me with his hot seed.

I whimpered, feeling the warmth spread deep inside me. My cheeks burned with humiliation at the realization that I was being used as nothing more than a receptacle for his pleasure. Yet my traitorous body clenched around him, drawing out every last drop.

As the aftershocks of my intense climax faded, I realized that Zoe’s and Jenna’s ordeals had come to an end. I became vaguely aware of movement and voices around me. My senses, which had narrowed to the overwhelming sensations in my body, gradually expanded to take in my surroundings once more.

Miss Frieda’s crisp voice cut through the haze. “Alright, girls. That’s enough excitement for now. Line up and follow me to the cafeteria for breakfast.”

I heard the shuffling of bare feet on concrete as the other bad girls hurried to obey. The sharp click of Miss Frieda’s heels echoed off the walls as she led them away. A part of me longed to join them, to escape the intensity of what had just happened, but Daddy Daniel’s firm grip on my hips kept me in place.

From somewhere to my left, I heard Daddy Otto’s deep voice. “I’ll see you at breakfast in the guesthouse, Daniel. Don’t be too long with your new toy.”

Daddy Daniel chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body where we were still intimately connected. “I won’t be long, Otto. Just need to make sure my bad girl understands her place.”

As Otto’s footsteps faded away, Daddy Daniel slowly withdrew from my aching bottom. I whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty and exposed. His seed trickled from my well-fucked hole, a visceral reminder of what had just transpired.

Daddy Daniel gently turned me around, his blue eyes scanning my tearstained face. Without a word, he scooped me up into his arms, cradling me against his broad chest. I felt small and deliciously powerless as he carried me back into my cell, his warmth seeping into my trembling body as I wondered how this sudden gentleness could be real.

The harsh fluorescent lights seemed to soften as we entered the small space. Daddy Daniel sat down on the narrow cot, adjusting me so that I was curled up in his lap. My bottom burned where it pressed against his thighs, a constant reminder of the thorough paddling and fucking I’d just received.

I felt his semen leaking out of me, warm and sticky, onto his expensive trousers. The physical sensation, coupled with the emotional weight of what had just transpired, proved too much. A sob bubbled up from deep in my chest, and suddenly I was crying uncontrollably.

“Shh, it’s alright,” Daddy Daniel murmured, his large hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. “Let it all out, sweetheart. You’ve been good for me.”

His tender words only made me cry harder. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent as my tearssoaked into his shirt collar. My body shook with the force of my sobs, years of pent-up emotion pouring out of me.

Daddy Daniel held me close, one arm wrapped securely around my waist and the other around my shoulders.

“That’s it, honey,” he soothed. “That’s it.”

CHAPTER 9

Amy

I felt the hand on my shoulder move, traveling downward over my back, my hip, and then inward, over the top of my right thigh, so that I whimpered at the sudden mixture of confused signals. None of those signals, even the soreness that seemed to suffuse the whole region of my body between waist and knees, felt unwelcome right now; I felt as if I wanted only to do as my new daddy wished.

Daddy Daniel gently urged my thighs apart. With a tiny sob of mingled need and discomfort, I obeyed the wordless command to yield my pussy up to him again.

Like a good girl. Like a good… bad girl…

A good little… a good little bad girl…

A good little fuck toy…

I couldn’t seem to think straight; every idea seemed to contradict itself, and yet at the same time to unlock even more shame, even more need inside me.

Daniel’s fingers danced along my sensitive folds, still slick with my arousal from earlier. I whimpered softly as he parted my labia, exposing my swollen clit to the cool air of the cell. His touch was gentle yet insistent, so entirely different from the brutal pounding he had given my ass just minutes before that it made me shudder.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” Daniel breathed into my ear. “So wet and eager, even after taking my cock in that tight ass of yours.”

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